Chapter ~ 29 :: Monsters of the Wasteland

The great wasteland acted as it's own country, it's own territory. It was vast -- with dry, scaly terrain that expanded past the horizon along it's solid, flat body. They say that while in the wasteland, it was impossible to see it's other end. No one understood whether it was because of the dust clouds -- which when layered, formed into a sheet of brown fog in the distance or simply because the heat that formed a mirage of an endless background. All that was known was that anyone who left to find out... had never returned.

Chapter ~ 28 :: Back to Reality! What are these Familiar Feelings?

"Doooom....", shallowly echoed a hollow, gravelly voice; dispersing within a hot gust of wind throughout the wasteland. The sitting figure continued to remain motionless, staring into the ground until a burst of scorching wind stormed onto him, forcefully, making his dark, dull-green robe explode with a strong pull in the direction that the gust was blowing.

:: Arc IV :: Dream or Reality? The Five Faces of Challenge

He whom is victorious walks as champion of these seas.

Chapter ~ 27 :: Showdown at the Bandit Camp!

Time started to move slowly as he harnessed and exhausted the rest of his strength to roll himself off the steel slab and drop towards the ground.

Chapter ~ 26 :: A Big Battle and A Steel Slab

"RRRRHHHAAAAGGHH!!!" The two roared as they clashed -- Jason suspended in the air delivering a mighty kick and Zatch rushing towards him with both knives in hand, slashing wildly. 
Big Bang watch as the two slowly clashed, with a long face, "Who the hell is this kid?" he muttered to himself.

Chapter ~ 25 :: Clashing of Fighters! Jason Lands in the Camp!

How did he get up there anyway?, thought Sherry, watching Jason floating across the sky.
He's flying away..., thought Zatch, ... I thought that he was going to try and rescue the girl..
Big Bang watched as Jason flew almost entirely across the camp, Such insolence.

Chapter ~ 24 :: The Camp

A golden sun, slowly tracked itself across the clear blue sky, creeping towards the other side. The small chalk-white clouds that did pass were easily blown by a light, cool ocean breeze. Above a vast emerald forest, An army of cobra-like silhouettes of the many vines poked out, targeting a battle-ready figure who was floating in the sky.